Paper of pins

Coll. by
Mary Jo Davis
For M. C. Parler
Sung by Mrs. Robert Weare and
Mary Jo Davis
DeValls Bluff, Arkansas
June 15, 1954
Reel 195
Item 4
Paper of Pins
I'll give to you a paper of pins,
And that's the way our love begins,
If you will marry me, me, me, If you will marry me.
I won't accept the paper of pins,
If that's the way our love begins,
And I won't marry you, you, you, I won't marry you.
I'll give to you a pretty dress of red,
All sewed around with golden thread,
If you will marry me, me, me, if you will marry me.
I won't accept your pretty dress of red,
All sewed around with golden thread,
And I won't marry you, you, you, no, I won't marry you.
I'll give to you the key to my heart,
That we may love and never part,
If you will marry me, me, me, if you will marry me.
I won't accept the key to your heart,
That we may love and never part,
And I won't marry you, you, you, I won't marry you.
I'll give to you the key to my chest,
That you may have gold at your request,
If you will marry me, me, me, if you will marry me.
Oh, yes, I'll take the key to your chest,
That I may have gold at my request,
And I will marry you, you, you, I will marry you.
Ha, ha, ha, the gold is all,
And I won't marry you at all,
I won't marry you, you, you, And I won't marry you.
I guess I'm bound to be an old maid,
And sit and sew out in the shade,
If you won't marry me, me, me, if you won't marry me.

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Coll. by
Mary Jo Davis
For M. C. Parler
Sung by Mrs. Robert Weare and
Mary Jo Davis
DeValls Bluff, Arkansas
June 15, 1954
Reel 195
Item 4
Paper of Pins
I'll give to you a paper of pins,
And that's the way our love begins,
If you will marry me, me, me, If you will marry me.
I won't accept the paper of pins,
If that's the way our love begins,
And I won't marry you, you, you, I won't marry you.
I'll give to you a pretty dress of red,
All sewed around with golden thread,
If you will marry me, me, me, if you will marry me.
I won't accept your pretty dress of red,
All sewed around with golden thread,
And I won't marry you, you, you, no, I won't marry you.
I'll give to you the key to my heart,
That we may love and never part,
If you will marry me, me, me, if you will marry me.
I won't accept the key to your heart,
That we may love and never part,
And I won't marry you, you, you, I won't marry you.
I'll give to you the key to my chest,
That you may have gold at your request,
If you will marry me, me, me, if you will marry me.
Oh, yes, I'll take the key to your chest,
That I may have gold at my request,
And I will marry you, you, you, I will marry you.
Ha, ha, ha, the gold is all,
And I won't marry you at all,
I won't marry you, you, you, And I won't marry you.
I guess I'm bound to be an old maid,
And sit and sew out in the shade,
If you won't marry me, me, me, if you won't marry me.